The old man was not alone in the hall. A terrible ghost in a cassock stood next to the sofa. The torch he held in his hand illuminated everything around with a ghostly light. And Casey saw once again that the place under the hood where the head should be was empty. The girl slowed down. Everything she wanted to say to the stranger suddenly seemed stupid and frivolous to her. “What if ghosts and demons really exist?” – she thought, shuddering in horror. At that moment, a terrible figure with a staff leaned over the sleeping old man. Casey froze in the doorway. She wanted to run away, but her body did not listen to her. The girl trembled. Cold sweat appeared on his forehead. The matte ball at the upper end of the staff suddenly lit up with a bright red light. At the same moment, a terrible bone fist opened! “Scream, you have to scream!” – Casey thought in despair. But not even a pitiful wheeze escaped her parched throat...